Many years ago, before 9/11, LDH, the DDs and I were taking a trip via airplane.

During the rush of final packing and getting to the airport on time I kept asking LDH "You have the tickets, right?" To the point where it irritated him, so I finally kept my mouth shut.

One of the last things I did was switch out purses.

We get to the check-in point to check our luggage get seat assignments and boarding passes.

They asked for ID. I look in my purse, no drivers license. All I had was a marriage certificate (don't ask ) a couple of credit cards and a library card.

I'm not even going to try to describe the look on LDH's face as he quietly tapped on the tickets that I nagged him about.

Fortunately, like I said it was before 9/11 . . . the counter guy called over his manager who looked at the ID I had. Manager looked at the marriage certificate, then at my husband and asked him "Will you vouch for her as your wife?" LDH's response was a painful "Do I have to?"

They let me on the plane with a warning that I would need a photo ID for my return trip. They suggested that I go to a SAMs club at my destination, sign up for a membership in order to get a photo ID.

Yeah. I felt pretty stupid that day.

P.S. I was able to call the friend that was cat-sitting for us, told him where my drivers license was (with banking stuff I did the day before) and he fed-exed it to me for my return trip.

I was let into Canada and back into the US with my baptismal certificate once, in HS. I was traveling with my parents and only needed my birth certificates. The birth certificate was found on the bottom of the drawer when we got back. It must have fallen out of the envelope.

When I was a senior Mom, Dad, and Sis went on a cruise (I was in Scotland and England with my HS drill team). Mom had swapped out her purse and left her green card in Houston. They had to get my cousin to go to our house and overnight the green card to them. The cruise company arranged a flight to meet the ship at its first stop.

Yes, the DVR needs to be on. However, does "all off" mean that there's no electricity going to it? I have a TiVo rather than a cable DVR, but it has an indicator light that shows that the device is on.

I've decided I'm not allowed to make recipe substitutions anymore. My mom sent me a Duncan Hines Red Velvet cupcake mix so I decided to make it yesterday. It called for a 1/2 stick of butter to make the frosting and I don't normally keep butter at home. When I went grocery shopping they only had entire pounds for $3-4. I'm broke and refuse to have 3/4 of a pound of something I'm unlikely to use to I decided to substitute coconut oil. This was actually going fine and making a nice, creamy frosting until I added the water the recipe called for. Big mistake. The frosting starting to curdle into little pieces that resembled cottage cheese and sprayed everywhere with the electric mixer. I managed to squeeze them together in the bag, but it would not stick to the cupcakes no matter what I did and dried out in little white Cheeto-shaped chunks.

They're still delicious, but I have to add frosting chunks to each bite of my cupcakes. So much for bringing them to work so I don't eat them all!

You know you can freeze butter, right? :-)

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It's called a "paradoxical reaction"- my 4 year old had one to Versed. It was supposed to sedate him pre-surgery, but instead he ended up screaming, crying, kicking and broke a nurses rib on the way to the OR.

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It's called a "paradoxical reaction"- my 4 year old had one to Versed. It was supposed to sedate him pre-surgery, but instead he ended up screaming, crying, kicking and broke a nurses rib on the way to the OR.

Wow- and I thought I was bad when they tried to sedate me...

Although I think in my case they were able to get out of the way and I was too out of it to get up.

I've decided I'm not allowed to make recipe substitutions anymore. My mom sent me a Duncan Hines Red Velvet cupcake mix so I decided to make it yesterday. It called for a 1/2 stick of butter to make the frosting and I don't normally keep butter at home. When I went grocery shopping they only had entire pounds for $3-4. I'm broke and refuse to have 3/4 of a pound of something I'm unlikely to use to I decided to substitute coconut oil. This was actually going fine and making a nice, creamy frosting until I added the water the recipe called for. Big mistake. The frosting starting to curdle into little pieces that resembled cottage cheese and sprayed everywhere with the electric mixer. I managed to squeeze them together in the bag, but it would not stick to the cupcakes no matter what I did and dried out in little white Cheeto-shaped chunks.

They're still delicious, but I have to add frosting chunks to each bite of my cupcakes. So much for bringing them to work so I don't eat them all!

You know you can freeze butter, right? :-)

Yes, but I never use it. 3/4 lb of frozen butter will probably just be tossed or given away when I move next and I don't have the extra cash to have something I don't need hanging around.

I get it - my grocery store was giving away a free 2-liter of their generic soda with pizza. The cashier simply could not understand why I didn't want it - I was going out of town, no one I know drinks the generic brand and I didn't want it just laying around my apartment. She kept arguing with me and rolling her eyes like I was nuts

Today I seriously burned the roof of my mouth on molten cheese...right after warning someone else that it was hot. Later, having forgotten about it, I got myself some hot coffee and re-burned my mouth. It wouldn't have actually hurt at all, but the roof of my mouth was still tender from the pizza. So yeah, that was kind of stupid. That's like telling someone "Don't slip", then promptly landing on your behind.

I stayed home with a migraine yesterday. I got out of bed mid afternoon to get some water and take some more pain meds. Lights were on, curtains open, tv on etc (husband and toddler were home). Rather than being smart and asking hubby to bring them to me I figure I can squint through the light and just get what I need and get back to my blessedly dark and quiet room. All went as planned, until I walked into the wall and gave myself a giant goose-egg on my forehead. Not surprisingly, didn't help much with my headache.